Hot and Sexy (Some Like It Hot 1)

The flare of heat that ignited in the depth of his eyes told her that he appreciated her thoughtful gift. “How do you feel about getting married?” he asked.

She parted the cotton material and let it slowly slide down her arms to the floor. “How do you feel about having a bail recovery agent as a wife?” she countered as she unclasped her lacy bra and strategically removed it with one arm still covering her breasts.

“I’m not crazy about the idea of you running after convicted felons,” he admitted, frowning since she wasn’t letting him see her naked just yet, “but I’m thinking we can find a way to compromise. How do you feel about having a partner on your road trips?”

“I’d like that.” Kicking off her sandals, she turned around so that he was looking at her bare back, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then slowly inched them down while giving her hips an enticing shimmy for effect. She glanced coyly over her shoulder at him, found him staring at her ass, and smiled at his body’s blatant reaction to her drawn-out strip. “At least until we start having a family of our own.”

His surprised gaze leapt back up to hers. “You want that?”

She pushed the denim all the way down her legs and kicked them off. Then she turned around to face him, wearing a pair of lacy white panties, with her palms cupping the fullness of her breasts. “I would love that with you.”

Her heart pounded at the wondrous look in his eyes, the complete and utter fulfillment…which ebbed into a desire and need that made every pulse point in her body throb with equal intensity.

“Let me see, Jo,” he said huskily.

She turned around again and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “This is the ‘tease’ part of the strip.” The scrap of material skimmed down and off. She tossed the piece of lingerie over her shoulder and it landed in his lap, right on top of his huge erection. “B

ull’s-eye.”

He managed a strangled laugh. Picking up her undies, he rubbed them against his cheek, inhaled her scent, and groaned. “You already know that you’ll get yours later.”

“That’s what I’m hoping,” she said impudently, and finally gave him the full frontal view he’d been waiting for.

His eyes grew hot as he visually consumed her, his breathing labored. She felt incredibly feminine and desirable as she strolled toward him, and bent low to draw his sweatpants down and off, then toss them aside. Kneeling in front of his spread thighs, she wrapped her fingers around the hard length of his cock and brought him to the very brink with the stroke of her hand, the heat of her mouth, and the sensual swirl of her tongue over and around the tip—until he begged her to stop and urged her back up.

She moved over him, straddling his thighs as he gripped her hips. He guided her down, and she was so ready for him that he slid all the way into her, deep and hard, tight and wet, a perfect, luxurious fit that made them both moan in unison.

His hands spread over the slope of her back to press their bodies intimately closer, and she brought his lips to hers and whispered, “Happy birthday, Dean,” then rocked her hips rhythmically against his and sent them both over the edge and straight into bliss.

Once they regained their breath, Dean lifted his head from her neck and smiled wickedly at her, something Jo knew she’d never get tired of seeing on a daily basis.

“You’re the one guilty of theft, you know,” he drawled playfully. “And you do realize, don’t you, that I’m going to have to take you into custody this time.”

She managed a grin of her own. “Whatever for?”

He kissed her lips, softly, gently. “For stealing my heart. And your sentence is going to be life…as my wife.”

It was time Jo was more than willing to serve.